Only solitary men know the full joys of friendship.
Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile his friends are everything.
I have no trouble with my enemies. I can take care of my enemies in a fight. But my friends, my goddamned friends, they're the ones who keep me walking the floor at nights!
I don't know what to do or where to turn in this taxation matter.
Somewhere there must be a book that tells all about it, where I could go to straighten it out in my mind. But I don't know where the book is, and maybe I couldn't read it if I found it.
I don't know much about Americanism, but it's a damn good word with which to carry an election.